User blog comment:Segalia/Great Power/@comment-32303-20130625142940/@comment-32303-20130709035827

"You're no enemy, Kriasha. " ''Martin smiles at the wolverine. ''"Your time's not yet. Go back."

"Ye chose mah tae protect the Abbey. . .  Ah cannae dae et here."

"Yore right. Ye cannae." ''A voice comes to Kriasha that brings tears to her eyes. ''

"Macaulish. . . ." ''Her voice chokes in a sob as a shadowy figure steps up behind Martin. She can't see his face, but the voice is familiar.   The Abbey Warrior runs toward her brother to hug him, but Macaulish Longfang holds out a paw for her to stop. She skids to a halt with pain etched on her face. ''

"Kriasha, et isnae yore time. Ye exchanged mah claymair frae a braw blade tha' fits ye. Et needs a wielder, Redwall needs a Champion. Ah love ye an' ah'm wi ye. . . " ''Macaulish's paw rests on his sister's chest, over her heart. ''"Ri' here, always. Never forget that. Gae back."